Chaptre 35 :
Scarlett's POV
I was on the plane to Florida with Jason and Julia. Julia was already asleep in her seat in front of us, while Jason and I sat together, talking in low voices.
Jason leaned closer. "So, what do you want to do first?"
"Eat. Definitely. And then we plan what we're going to do next," I replied.
Jason ran his hand through his hair. "Oh, not again with the revenge thing. Can't you drop it for just five days, babe?"
I shook my head. "No, I can't. Especially now that I feel like they're related to my father's accident. And the good thing is—he lives in Florida. I'll go see him before we return."
Jason's eyes widened. "Wait… You think Sharon has something to do with your dad's accident?"
I nodded.
"Babe… you're already going after the people who hurt your father." He squeezed my hands gently. "I swear—I had nothing to do with it. I wasn't there."
I stared into his eyes. "I know you know something, Jason. Just tell me the truth. Was it Sharon? Lana?"
Jason hesitated, then sighed deeply. "No… It was Liam."
My heart stopped. "What?"
He ran a hand down his face, clearly ashamed. "He was drunk that night. He went to the school, speeding into the parking lot, and… he didn't even see your father. It was an accident, I swear. Liam never meant to hurt him."
My throat tightened, but Jason continued.
"The worst part… his father. He covered everything up. Had all the school cameras erased. Made it look like a random hit-and-run. And your father… he fainted right away, didn't even get a look at Liam."
"That's all I know, babe."
A rustle from the seat in front of us made us both look up. Julia had woken up, rubbing her eyes.
"I knew that bastard did it," she muttered. "Besides… Sharon didn't even have a car back then."
Tears burned in my eyes. "Do you know how my father is today, Jason? He can't walk anymore. He's living with my cousin Diana while I finish this whole… revenge thing."
I had lied to Diana, told her I'd gotten an important job there . That I'd make good money and come back. But this wasn't for work. It was for justice.
"I'm sorry, babe," Jason whispered. "I should've told you sooner. But trust me—it wasn't me. It wasn't Sharon or Lana. It was Liam. He was drunk."
I clenched my fists, my body trembling with rage.
"That's why," I said through gritted teeth, "he's the next one to go down."